Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Owen

R ory’s eyes widened. “Shit, forget I said that. We don’t know each other that well, and who knows what you’re expecting, and?—”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. When he turned pliant in my arms, I let him go with a final peck. “I’m expecting lots of dates, Rory. This isn’t a one-night-only thing, not for me. Is it for you?”

“No,” he breathed. “I want all the dates.”

“Good.” I pulled his leg higher on my waist, opening him up to me. “Because I plan on being the only person you sleep with for a very long time.”

He cupped my face, kissing me as my fingers slowly worked him open. In the past, I’d found it difficult to kiss someone and prep at the same time, but everything with Rory just felt easy. Right. Like we should’ve been doing this for months.

When he was begging me for more, I knew he was ready. I crooked my fingers against his prostate just to hear his breathy moan.

“Owen, please,” he begged, his eyes glassy. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Me neither.” I took the condom he pressed into my hand, unrolling it over my aching cock and slicking it with lube. Then I rolled him onto his back, making sure the duvet stayed on my shoulders. We’d have to take it slow to keep the chill out, but that was fine.

I didn’t want to rush any part of this.

Holding my weight on one forearm, I lined myself up. “Ready?”

Rory’s response was to wind his legs around my waist, using his heels to nudge me forward. “Now.”

We both groaned as I pushed through the outer ring of muscle. I didn’t know if it was the cold of the night, or just Rory, but he felt hotter and tighter than anyone else I’d been with.

I paused a couple of inches in, waiting for him to nod for more. We continued like that until I bottomed out. Bracing myself on both forearms, I stared down at the beautiful man beneath me. “Ready?”

“Ready,” he whispered, his legs tightening around me. “I’m ready, Owen.”

Our lips met as I slid back, then forwards. My thrusts were slow and deep, Rory’s hips working in time with my movements. Each time I brushed over his prostate, he’d give the most delicious moan. I swallowed every one, like I was absorbing as much of him into me as possible.

The cover slipped off me, but neither of us reached to grab it. We didn’t need it now, the heat between us enough to keep us warm. Sweat-slick skin pressed together as I drove into Rory. Our lips never parted for longer than it took to groan.

Eventually, even that slow pace was too much. I pulled out, encouraging Rory to roll onto his side. With his back to my front, I plunged back inside him, my hand going to his cock.

“Owen,” Rory cried, his head falling back against my shoulder. “Fuck.”

I stroked him faster, kissing his neck as I struggled to hold back my orgasm. I couldn’t believe this was happening. After all this time, I had Rory in my arms. Rory moaning my name.

Rory coming apart under my touch.

He came with a cry, his hole clamping tightly around my cock. I let myself lose control, thrusting deep as my orgasm rushed through me.

We stayed like that for a few moments, our panting the only sound in the room.

“That was not how I expected to end the night,” Rory said finally.

“Me neither.” I kissed his neck some more before gently easing out of him. “Any regrets?”

“Only that we didn’t have an open conversation about eighteen months ago.” Rory rolled over to kiss me quickly before sliding out of the bed. “We could’ve been doing this for a long time.”

I grinned up at him, the moonlight from the window casting an almost ethereal glow on his skin. “True, but at least we got here eventually.”

“Thank fuck for leaky pipes.”

I got to my feet to take care of the condom while Rory cleaned himself up. “Literally the first time that’s ever been said in the history of the world.”

We got back into our pyjamas and into bed. As much fun as snuggling naked sounded, it’d have to wait until I’d fixed Rory’s heating. Without the heat of sex to keep us warm, the chill was unmissable, but with Rory in my arms, I didn’t mind it.

We were kissing when Rory started chuckling against my lips.

I pulled back and raised a brow. “Oh dear, are my skills that bad?”

“It’s not that.” His eyes shone with mirth. “I just can’t get over you buying a coffee multiple times a week just to see me.”

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“Nope,” Rory said happily. “It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I’m never going to let it go.”

My chest ached. We were still at the beginning, but I had a feeling about us. It was the same feeling I’d had the first time I’d seen Rory, all beautiful and sunny in his barista uniform.

We were meant to be together .

It might have been the start of our journey, but I knew in my heart that it would be a long and happy one.

“Hey,” I said suddenly, catching sight of Rory’s alarm clock. “It’s gone midnight. It’s Christmas.”

He lifted his head, almost like he didn’t believe me. “Huh, look at that. Guess I’m going to have a happy Christmas after all.”

I kissed him soundly, making a silent vow as I did so.

A vow that, from this year onwards, I was going to make sure all of Rory’s Christmases were happy.